"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!" Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books. With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him. What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate...
My mind was racked by millions upon millions of random symbols, I could see them as they moved towards my brain like they wanted to impart themselves onto the outer crust of both my mind and my core. Yet, if a hundred thousand of those symbols crashed into me, I felt a connection to only a couple at most.
The wave of Heavenly Symbols seemed endless, yet the more there were, the greater the benefit. As I was trying to grasp understanding from this phenomenon, more and more symbols that I recognized and connected with made it to me, and inherently I began to understand slightly more about space.
Law, in its essence, is a rule of the world. But once a cultivator understands the law, in essence, they can mold, modify and adjust this very rule to their own benefit. But Law is intangible.